#soaked diaper Saturday

[wetdiapers-n-stuff]

So Saturday I had Christmas with my wife's family and several friends at our house the drinks were very plentiful. Presents were passed out and someone got 2 quarts of homemade apple pie moonshine and let me tell you it was goooood I ate one of the apple slices from the jar too probably not the best decision at that moment. Cards were played karaoke was attempted I was a bit tired so I thought I would watch some TV and I fell asleep without a diaper on and you guessed it yeah I woke up to pee pants on the couch so I hurried to the bedroom changed out of my soaked clothes rejoined the party as everyone was leaving so I had a few more beers got my diaper on and slept like a baby woke up pretty wet too ...it was a good day.

[mommy-aiko]

I, Mommy Aiko, do declare every Saturday from this day forth as Soggy sissy Saturday.

Every Saturday sissies from all over must show off their soggy diapers.

The rules of Soggy sissy Saturday are as follows

1. Any and all sissies shall be dressed appropriately in sissy attire.

1a. sissy attire shall be defined as any article of clothing that is pink, purple, frilly, girly or otherwise meant for sissies, this includes dresses, skirts, onesies, nighties, etc

2. sissies must always wear thick diapers that have been used to a point of being definitively soggy or soaked.

2a. A heavily messy diaper is not only sufficient but encouraged. (any sissy with a full diaper may be eligible for praise, humiliations, diaper pats and/or spankings from Mommies and Daddies everywhere)

2b. Any diaper filled from the outside by a caregiver or an authority is a valid diaper for Soggy sissy Saturday

3. All sissies must post a photo of themselves in their sissy attire and soggy diaper accompanied by a statement about how much they love their diapers.

Reblog so every diapered sissy knows to completely pee her pamps and fudge her huggies.

[dlnck8]

Take Me Out To the Ballgame Chapter One

     I arise at 6:30 AM on Saturday morning, slowly beginning to open my eyes. The sun is just beginning to rise, and I want to take it all in. It’s finally here! Finally going to be taking in a game at iconic Wrigley Field with my wife. Wrigley. A venue I have always wanted to visit but never had the opportunity to. I pull back the covers to reveal my full Little Kings diaper, and head to the window to take in the sunrise as I enjoy a cup of coffee. My diaper is full, just the way I like it in the morning. 

     “Good morning babe.” I hear my wife say groggily as she opens her eyes. “Morning!” I say enthusiastically back to her. “Well you’re awfully chipper this morning. Must be excited for the big game.” I said of course, we’ve had these tickets for months. I start rambling on and on about the stats and finally getting to see my team in person and Wrigley and-

She motions for me to shhhh. “That’s all well and good babe, but one thing at a time. We need to get you out of that soaked diaper and ready for your day. Come earn your diaper change, love”

And with that I head over to the bed, undo her sheets as fast as possible, and remove her panties. I know I must pleasure her and meet her needs before I have mine met. I begin slowly going down on her, making sure to please her as only I know how. I begin to reach for the tapes of my diaper, but she immediately informs me that that won’t be happening. 

“I gotta cum, babe!” “Ok so do it in your diaper, silly. You made me pack diapers for this trip, you’re gonna use it, FULLY.”

Once we were both done, she rolled me over, took my diaper off, jerked me once more with a baby wipe and I hopped in the shower. I got out, and saw a diaper on the bed. I assumed that was for tonight, so I went to the drawer to grab my boxers. 

“Um, you see a diaper on the bed, dont you? Lie down,”

“No! We’re going to the game! I’m gonna be drinking way too much, I will need a change before it ends. Not happening.”

“Oh really? Are you gonna argue with me, sir?” I knew better than to pick this fight. I’ll never hear the end of it or get what I want. I huff and lie my naked butt down before feeling her wrath. On the cream, powder, and diaper go. I’m gonna do everything I can to keep this diaper dry so we don’t have to bail early. Two beers should be fine, I’ll be fine. I hope..... 

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 147b: Saturday May 27, 2023 - “Brew Crew”

Mama’s overnight in Milwaukee gave us a great excuse to get out of the house and follow her around the country for the first time.  Its awesome if we can get the right rhythm down and open flights.  I had about six hours to fill on the ground in Wisconsin and knowing William would need an afternoon nap at the zoo, I knew the perfect place to go land...the baseball game!  To our luck, the Brewers were in town, and William’s answer to if he wanted a hot dog for lunch was an emphatic “Ayes Ayes!”

Parking at the old Miller Park is like going to a rock concert  - its made for tailgaiting before the game in the huge parking lot.  I love this style.  Like Kansas City and even Dodger Stadium.  As I got William organized to go, diaper change and all, a Security guy drove by in a blue golf cart truck mobile, which stole all of William’s attention and since we were in the very back of the big lot I took a shot and waved the man down to ask if he’d have any interest in taking us up towards the park.  He saw the enthusiasm all over William’s face that we were approaching the fast, loud, blue guck.  I was glad he saw it.  He told us to hop in and hang on as he took the long way over into the empty lot where he could really “open it up for us” - William laughed and squealed the whole way.  It was no doubt at all that on a day where he rode an airplane, a yellow bus, a train around a zoo, and even a minivan - riding in that cart was by far the best part of the whole damn.  Signature moments.  Soak em in - these are the days.

Well since we were really on a roll, I figured why not let William ride the escalator by himself too. He was full of confidence and trust and felt fearless so we stepped right up and on, like a really really big boy, gripping on to my middle finger tight.  He loves escalators and up-er-downs (he’s going to love roller coasters), and so we made a big deal of it together to have him step on and off of all the escalators today - we’re in no hurry after all.  We climbed those escalators way up into our seats, high above the bases, just like the Goodnight Baseball book.  I had picked up two hot dogs on the way (assuming one for each of us), but my hungry, excited, big boy ate most of both of them, with lots of dippa.  “Eat as much of it as you want - just leave my fingers out of it!”  Baseball, Popcorn, and Hot Dogs - go together like 6,4,3.  

I let him play in the Brewers play area with the other kids to burn some more energy as Corbin Burnes pitched to the Giants, down below. William smiled and drooled his way through every exciting new thing -  climing on Bernie and the big baseball, going through the big cap, and the Chalet Side - each one followed by a shimmey or his signature hop-skip move.  I made sure he knew, its ok to be a fan of any team, for a day - even the Cubs.  And I have to admit the Brewers and this stadium really has something nice - a great vibe, unique stadium, fun fans, great radio.  I first came here with William’s Mama 8 years ago and its always an interesting place for me, knowing that I almost lived here instead of St Louis and I like to think about how that would have been pretty great too.  An old friend.  And I thought about all of this, back in our seats, William sleeping on my belly as I drank a Leinenkugels in a 1-1 game that just seems to go by too fast.  I sat and sang Take Me Out and Roll Out The Barrels in the seventh inning stretch, and William was unmoved.  By the bottom of the 9th we’d collected our first Brewer’s Game certificate and joined the lower level crowd in hoping for a last ditch walk-off that would never come. The home team lost today and we never saw Bernie on the slide but either way, William puts his fifth notch in on his Major League Parks.  You just never know - if he grows up to a Brewers fan, it will be nice to show him this.

Just the last balls and strikes came across, Mama texted and said she was at the hotel.  She’d been working all day and was ready to see her boys.  And it was great timing - I’d been working all day and need her extra pair of hands (and a hug).   She helped us unpack the car, and reset before treating us to dinner at the Pub downstairs.  Feeling pretty high of myself for pulling off a big bite of a day that included getting up while its still dark and pulling off a 3.5 hour full flight, I raised and downed the local High Life before asking for another.  “You surprised I was able to pull off both the zoo and the baseball game?” I asked knowing that she knew exactly the answer I was looking for as William climbed on me from the booth behind us.  I really gave it my all for that little boy today.  Creating an experience for him, creating a rhythm to life and maybe a love of baseball or hippos. We toasted glass to our investment in this life with each other and our first time seeing Mama on an overnight.  A very important and nice level up for us and this friendly town of Milwaukee will be one we’ll remember as the first - even if William cant.

Song: Wesley Schultz - If It Makes You Happy

Quote:  "Anybody with ability can play in the big leagues. To last as long as I did with the skills I had, with the numbers I produced, was a triumph of the human spirit." ~Bob Uecker

[jmbdiaper4fun]

Saturday morning . Wanna keep my soaked diaper all day.!!...

[merlin207]

12/6/22 - Tuesday Night

I am going away for 2 nights next week, and I plan to make it a diapered, kinky get away. I leave Tuesday AM and will be gone through Thursday evening.

Between now and when I leave, I will be in chastity as much as possible, and plugged daily.

-I am currently chaste and plugged.

-I must slept chaste and plugged nightly. I am out of town Thursday, and allowed to be out of my cage.

-I will stay chaste unless I am out with friends. Consider going out Saturday night. Locked up, sexy panties (with liners) and a nice plug!

-If I am in chastity, I must have panties with a pad or liner on (pad is a must overnight)

Wednesday: chaste all day. Plugged 4 hours. Large plug 2 hours. Sleep plugged. 1x fiber

Thursday: chaste and plugged upon return home. 1x fiber

Friday: chaste all day, unless out. Chaste and plugged to sleep. Plugged 6 hours awake. 1x fiber

Saturday: chaste and possibly plugged going out. Sleep plugged and chaste. Plugged 6 hours awake. 2x fiber

Sunday: Large fiber AM and before bed. Small dose mid day. No chastity if I go out today. As of Sunday night, I am locked in chastity until I return home. PERIOD. I will sleep plugged tonight, 24 hr sentence. Start chaster app til sat afternoon. 2x LARGE fiber, 1x normal fiber mid day.

Monday: Start Fiber loading. FULL DOSE every 3-4 hours. Minimum of 5 doses. Lots of water. Plug stays in until 24hr over. Sleep without plug.

While away:

From my last diaper adventure, I learned that drinking a lot of water every day required double or boosted diapers, or frequent changes

I am going to go away for 2 weeks in January. That trip I will be diapered the whole time, but not pushing myself on being soaked always.

This trip, I plan to be VERY well hydrated and keep my diapers very wet. I will also be fiber loading to increase frequency (and hopefully urgency) of messing.

I want to be diapered and plugged most of the time, but also want to be able to do things as well as have a clear head to do work!

Specifics:

-Locked and diapered 24/7

-Leave chastity keys at home, only take emergency key in coconut oil.

-Consume at least 4L of water per day. Large dose of fiber with each L. (Ideally, one in AM, one early afternoon, one before dinner, one before bed)

-plugged 24/7. If not plugged, must have suppositories in.

Tuesday: plug and supps for ride. Hollow plug upon arrival along w dulcolax tablet (take 2-3 over 4-5 hours). Chaste!

Wednesday: plugged and / or supp’d all day. Chaste! Large plug for dinner!

Thursday: Use diaper in AM. Shower. For day and ride home, diapered and chaste, no plug.

[skirtsgonewild]

Got home and started peeing my diaper the second I hit the garage door with my house key and then just stood peeing slow without any real control to stop for a few seconds, which was a lot of fun. I get to hang out in this diaper for four more hours before I gotta be all adult about Saturday night so I’m gonna smoke a joint and just chill in a soaked saggy diaper

[feathercloudz]

Dear Au Pair,

I don't want my little time to be sexual. i truly wish to be a diaper princess and would rather be completely oblivious to whats between my legs than to complicate what is otherwise a very special and vibrant world for me. 

thank you for releasing me from the obligation of becoming big and satisfying a partner. 

i realize that i can satisfy my partner in so many other ways. by doing the dishes. by taking out the trash, by cleaning up after my doggie, by giving my family attention and care and presents. and by going on adventures. I really want them to be happy. my partner really needs to have her closet remodeled. i can do this for her. I can use my mouth when it does not have a pacifier or baba in it.

there are so many places where i want to let you take control and help me become better. i notice while i wash dishes, that the water is so warm and the constant stream. it makes me wriggle and have accidents. i notice, when i do these chores that I have perfect dexterity, but inside my mind its like blank and fluffy the whole time. It feels great!  Also, i don't know what it is about traveling and staying in unfamiliar beds, but i definitely wet the bed. I don't know why, it's like im so scared that i'll wet the bed, and i take so many precautions before i sleep to ensure that i don't, going potty, reducing fluids, eating food, but i still wake up soaking wet. its part of the reason i'm afraid to travel and go on adventures with my family, because I am a bedwetter.

also, when i recently had a very high time while little, i made it more open. i didn't just listen to hypnosis the whole time. of course i ended the night with hypnosis but i spent so much more time listening to other music. i noticed that instrumental children's music in particular made me incontinent and made things release and flow more naturally. i love also listening to electronic music. I found this one musician Yaeji, and her music makes me feel small and also want to dance. Also Kero Kero Bonito. Also Magdalena Bay. Theres so much good music out there.

when i start to dance more. i love having on my tutu bloomers. it feels good to move my body. i like to do it in front of a mirror so that i can practice my feminine physique. I'd be happy to record a dance session some time

throughout the week, i watch Sophia the first and i feel like the guardians teach her moves that make her more like a princess, more like a happy and resourceful and creative princess, not the kind of princess that orders everyone around, but a princess who is special, but sees the good in others and doesn't want to choose between friends and wants to support and encourage friends instead. i feel like i can do those things too. and when i'm particularly stressed out while working during the week, sometimes the theme music from Sophia the first comes into my mind. 

I really want to use my design skills to create an architectural set of blueprints for the perfect nursery. this is a much bigger project than the baby brained art i make when i am deeply hypnotized. To achieve these plans, I can't be distracted by sex. i need to have at least one day a week to myself, preferably a Saturday, when I can be in diapers, be dressed accordingly to the feeling for that day and then draw. I can't be distracted by my familial obligations or work either. I need a studio, or a comfy space that is all mine and will not be interrupted. I need running water for baths and filling babas and i need air conditioner so that i can make it cozy and safe.

like i said, this is a much bigger project. Currently, my little things belong in a closet. but when i design and eventually build my studio / nursery it will have a very large closet that connects to a bathroom, the potty will have its own room that can be locked or unlocked as needed. the bathroom has a very large bathtub and has big white tiles that can be colored on and easily cleaned.  the bedroom has a crib, California king sized, exactly center and is very close to the floor so that it can be crawled into. The posts and rails are stain-grade white oak, craftsman style. it is solid construction so that there is no safety risk if the baby decides to rock on, push and pull on the posts. The ceiling is vaulted with multiple skylights. the skylights are placed closer to perimeter walls so that light can reflect along the surface. The orientation of the house is such that one side of the vaulted ceiling skylights provide morning light and the other side of the vault provides evening light. 

this is just a start. I'll have a drawing soon. For now. I have this.

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

57

Saturday I’m to fly home and it truly feels too soon. I wake to Fox News which I forgot to turn off, the onus of being a “true patriot” weighing heavy on my morning meditation. I notice Fox make merchandise that doesn’t deliver to the U.K, and I wonder which friend would be willing to have my White Women’s Business Vest delivered to their apartment. I say White both because the garment itself is white and because it’s for White Women C suggests we eat at Dimes which, since I first went there in 2014, has become a whole dynasty. After an 8 year boycott due to losing an unrequited love to a Dimes waitress, I dive back in. I remember this is where I first heard of / ate chia seeds, learning how like frogspawn they are - in the best way - when soaked in, say, almond milk. I didn’t know you could make milk from almonds back then, either. The aforementioned waitress bought breakfast for me there, curious to meet the 21 year old who’d been platonically sharing a bed with her new boyfriend. Now they’re married and she makes ceramic water filters for the rich C is writhing in menstrual pain as we discuss abortion over big salads, and frankly I’ve seen bigger salads. I wonder how many of Dimes’ young patrons know this menu item is a Seinfeld reference, or whether the two 50 year old men dining by the window, sticking out like sore thumbs, will tell them. I drag myself around galleries only because D brings his small dog, Beverly, who I love dearly despite her quaking with fear at my touch I watch the time carefully, only breaking with my phone for a show at Reena Spaulings displaying tricycles made of diapers and other baby ephemera on waist-height plinths by Marc Kokopeli. The exhibit is proof that when you describe art you liked it sounds horrible and when you describe art you hated it sounds annoyingly good. Kokopeli seems to ask whether it’s really a good idea to have children, but that if you get knocked up, there’s still fun to be had I get exactly 25 minutes with E before my taxi, and we lie on his vast sofa talking, watching his cat leave hair all over everything. E has ordered a cat vacuum to sort this out for the summer. I don’t know how I feel about it all - the cat, the intimacy, the leaving - but when he says he likes to arrive at the airport way too early the way I do, I experience an aphrodisiac surge. My head floods with suddenly-possible visions of us travelling internationally together, being told the check in desk isn’t open yet, going Dutch on the humiliation. Ironically, this all makes me later to the airport than I’ve ever been

[kitkatpancakestack]

merry go round if it sparks any inspiration pls!

@capseycartwright lorna it's unfashionably late I'm so sorry <3

“Eddie . . . Eddie, here she comes! Here she comes!”

“Buck, I have eyes, I’m looking right at them.”

Buck latches onto Eddie’s arm as the merry-go-round completes another rotation, and their four-year-old daughter rolls into view atop an elegant white horse, with Chris propped beside her and keeping a protective hand around her waist. Isla’s face brightens and she waves to them, blonde curls bouncing free of the hair tie that was lost several rides ago. Buck and Eddie wave back.

“She’s like . . . the cutest fucking little kid you’ve ever seen, right? Don’t tell Jee I said that.”

Eddie laughs, sticking a piece of funnel cake in his mouth. “She’s your daughter; I think you’re allowed to be biased.”

The merry-go-round spins again, and Isla, without fail, waves like it’s the first time around.

A breeze drifts through the fairground. It’s uncharacteristically chilly for a night in Los Angeles, even if it is November. Buck slides imperceptibly closer to Eddie, pressing their thighs together. “You know,” he says, waving again as Isla passes back around, “I still can’t believe we have this, sometimes.”

Eddie shoots him a curious side-eye, licking chocolate syrup off the edge of his thumb. “What, funnel cake?”

“Yeah, Eddie, I’m waxing poetic about funnel cake.”

He chuckles, but the sound remains soft and contained between them, a gentle smile tucked into his cheek, a dimple poking through, all of it just for Buck. “I know what you mean.”

“We have a daughter, man. And she’s four.”

“Yes, I was there for all the diaper changes.”

“We’re married. You married me.”

Eddie shakes his head, eating the last piece of funnel cake and dumping the styrofoam container into the trash can. He spares another wave to Isla when she passes around again and twists on the bench to face Buck. “Okay. You’re being extra existential today. What’s up?”

It’s hard to describe, even though he and Eddie have been together for years, and he’s tried in every way possible to put it into words. Only, it’s something that is visceral and inarticulate, a sensation consisting of warmth and whatever belonging feels like. Something that maybe wouldn’t be a big deal to somebody who didn’t live most of their life feeling like a ghost, like spare parts, like something that would never quite be good enough. But it hits Buck, sometimes, always randomly, all the ways he is known.

Isla, waving to him from the merry-go-round.

Chris, offering a nod in acknowledgement.

Eddie, wrapping his hand around Buck’s thigh.

Even the breeze, kissing his cheek, grounding him to a Saturday night that is all about him and this family he’s built with Eddie, something he gets to have, something he gets to keep.

Anyway, it’s hard to describe, so Buck just grabs Eddie’s hand and uses the other to wave to Isla.

“Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,” Eddie starts, playing absentmindedly with Buck’s fingers. “And everything is just . . . cold, but then you say something in your sleep, or your hand brushes my arm, or I feel your drool soaking into the sleeve of my shirt, and I can breathe again.”

Buck ducks his head, but Eddie’s fingers are there to catch his chin, lifting his face back up.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he murmurs, rubbing the corner of Buck’s mouth with his thumb. “Please don’t hide from me.”

It’s the cost of being known, of being seen, but Buck thinks it’s a toll he will never mind paying. “Every time Isla goes around the merry-go-round, just for a second, I think, what if it spins around and she’s not there, and Chris isn’t there? And what if I go to reach for your hand, and you’re not here, either?”

Eddie frowns. “I’m right here, Buck.”

“I know. But, you know how it is up here, sometimes,” he says, gesturing to his head.

“Yeah,” Eddie replies after a moment, and then he uses their interlocked fingers to point toward the merry-go-round. “But in a few seconds, your daughter and your son are going to come around, and your daughter is going to wave to you like she’s done every other time she’s gone around this godforsaken thing, and we’re going to wave back, and we’re going to do it again and again and again until she falls asleep on that horse.”

Buck laughs. “How did our life get so spontaneous and exciting?”

Eddie’s eyes twinkle, but it’s all seriousness beneath the humor. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” he whispers, and brushes a kiss beneath his ear. “Look, your kids are coming back around.

Sure enough, the familiar white horse spins into view, and Isla grins so wide her face could crack in half, and she flails her hand in a spastic wave. Eddie laughs so deep and so sweet it sends reverberations through Buck’s core. Buck waves back, holding tighter to Eddie’s hand, and he waits for them to come around again.

[werenotadulting]

Routine Procedure pt. 5

Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let's try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.

Don't get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.

On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.

"You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We're gonna have to see about getting some more soon."

"I suppose we should, right? I mean, they're working infinitely better than that condom thing," I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.

Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn't seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.

"That's very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I'm sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I'll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday."

Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. "You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?"

I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though.... Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it's a medical thing. You didn't ask to be incontinent."

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.

"You know," Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, "if you're so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought."

I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.

About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.

Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.

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You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.

Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.

"All ready," Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. "They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn't about time tell them they were wrong."

"It is the best homemade lemonade in town," I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.

Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you a diaper check, what else?"

"We are in the middle of the mall!"

"It's been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you're at capacity," Kate gave me a 'prove me wrong' look.

"I'm fine!! Just... not out in broad daylight, please?" I pleaded.

"Well I didn't even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so...."

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After stopping in a couple clothing stores, ("Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.") we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.

Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.

"Hey, we're looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?" said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.

Kate's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!" It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.

An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.

"Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown," Kate gloated.

"Oh wonderful," I said, "I can't wait to hear about this all the way home."

"Well played, you two," Melanie chimed in. "Don't worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round."

"Oh thank you, that's so nice," Kate said as we both stood up to leave.

"Of course! It was nice meet....." Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.

Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I'd had a major leak.

Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon  shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.

It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.

I was speechless.

"Oh shit, we're so sorry! Let me just wipe this up..." Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.

The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.

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The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.

In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.

"I'll get the seats cleaned, don't worry baby, just get in." Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn't need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.

"That...I...I'm so embarrassed...." I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I'm sorry. That can't have been fun, I know. It's not your fault." Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.

"That doesn't make it any less humiliating! And it's not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!" I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay, take deep breaths, it's going to be okay. We didn't know anyone there, no one important saw, you'll be fine."

I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.

"Let's get you home and into a bath, baby," Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.

I think," Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?"

"I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I'm wearing," I said, staring out the window.

"Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?"

"I don't know Kate, I just...I don't want to think about it."

"I'll take care of it then, babe," Kate said, "those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We'll find something that works better for you. And I'll look into some of those onesies, so you don't feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, as we continued down the highway.

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Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.

Let's see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I'll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That's 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.

With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.

"All in good time, Kate," she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.

She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.

Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.

Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.

Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.

Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.

Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

Kate closed the laptop and got up.

She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.

[dlnck8]

They did the Mash

Halloween night has arrived. My wife and I were invited to a Halloween party this year and I’ve decided this is the year I go as a baby. It’s the first and maybe only time I have decided to let my diaper boy side show in public. The party is on a Saturday evening, and before we go, my wife changes me out of the soaked Megamax I had been wearing around the house all day while doing honey do’s, and puts me in a Bellissimo. I chose a Bellissimo because it has baby print diaper tapes and adds to the costume. My shirt will be light blue, and I’m going for a Tommy Pickles type look.

After I am dressed I throw some shorts on for the car ride over, I’m gonna take them off before we walk inside the event hall and she will hold them in her purse for me. She asked me on the way over if I planned to use the diaper at the party and I said no, too risky. But she packed two spare diapers and some wipes in her bag just in case.

We arrived at the party. It was in an old mansion type house, which added to the Halloween spooky vibes. It had a huge staircase that was decorated with realistic cobwebs and spiders all over it. As we entered the house “Monster Mash” was on the speakers The first floor had a bunch of open spaces and couches and the second floor had 2 pool tables and high top bar tables and stools.

In the foyer there was a punch table with spiked punch, so we grabbed some of that. We made our way around the first floor and said hello to everyone. We danced a bit, and chatted with friends and people we didnt even know. My costume got a lot of comments. Everyone wanted to know where I got the diaper, so I decided to settle on saying I found it on Ebay.

And then, it happened. I needed to pee. I really did not want to use my diaper at the party, for many obvious reasons. So I made a mad dash for the bathroom but the line was long as can be. So I got in line and waited, but as I waited I couldn't hold it anymore and I did it. I went potty in my diaper, as I do all the time at home. I quietly exited the line, wondering if anyone there knew why I wasn’t waiting anymore.

I went back upstairs, and found my wife and told her what happened. She said no big deal, and we sat down at the bar top. I gotta say, high top bar stools press against your diaper in some pretty cool ways, and it felt nice. We drank a bunch more, chatted, and I decided since I was already wet, fuck it, I am gonna fill this thing. So as the night went on my diaper got heavier and heavier and heavier. My friend Jay saw me stand up. “Oh my god dude! Are you....are you WET?!” I decided to just roll with it.

“Yeah bro, I am. Decided to just embrace the whole baby side tonight, it will be a great story to tell friends haha.” I lied and said it felt gross, knowing deep down I love the feel of a full wet diaper but thats not for these folks to know.

We left the party and got in the car and my wife noticed my full diaper. “Babe! What happened?” I told her I just decided to go with it and we had a good laugh about it as we drove home. When we got home, she changed my diaper and we fell asleep.

[losingitinjersey]

It’s a rainy Saturday morning, I slept amazingly well, it’s 11 a.m. and both my girls are asleep?!  Aug has already been awake and back down but Erp?!  Still snoozing.  Maybe that means she was up during the night playing in her crib, as she’s wont to do, but I will take this extra peaceful morning!  

(Photo 1): Check it! I’m wearing something other than just a black t-shirt or workout gear!  AMAZING!  This week I decided to start wearing some of my new Stitch Fix sweaters.  Since I never go anywhere anymore I figure the clothes aren’t doing any favors being hung up waiting for the chance to be worn so why not.  Though, I did take off the orange sweater during a particularly dirty diaper change and I’m constantly waiting to be spit up on, but that’s life.  

Yesterday morning we went to go drop off the final paperwork and check for Erp to start daycare on Monday.  I come up to the front door only to have a nice older man pop out to inform me that the facility is closed that day, asking why I didn’t get the notice through their communication app.  I explain that I’m not in the system yet as my brain is searching for any known holiday I wasn’t aware of.  I explained how I was specifically told to come by to drop off these items before 3 p.m.  It was at this point that a woman pops up behind him to tell me to come in.  

The woman who chimed in is the founder of the daycare (along with her husband, the man I first saw) and she explained that they had to unexpectedly close that day due to a lack of staffing.  She had several staff members out on vacation, a few others were sick, another had an emergency and another one was coming in that day to pick up her final paycheck due to being terminated.  While inconvenient to close, I do like that she has high standards (firing an employee who apparently didn’t fit the bill) and that she’d rather close than risk the safety of the children due to lack of supervision.  

I had a very good conversation with the woman and I’m so glad I got the opportunity to meet her.  She made my good feeling about the place increase even higher and I’m feeling positive about this decision.  (Also, a day earlier I learned that Erp’s speech therapist’s sister brought her kids to this center so having a personal reference seals the deal for me).  

The last few days I’ve made some huge eureka moments in my parenting.  I learned that you just have to outstubborn the child!  I’ve been struggling with her refusal of clothing, diapers, sleep sacks, obedience, etc.  APPARENTLY, at least with Erp, you can just wait it out and they’ll eventually relent!  When she refused her sleep sack again after basically an entire week straight of doing so, this time I didn’t give in.  (I’ve been folding too quickly and putting her to bed in just a diaper to which she’d eventually take off).   This time I kept telling her that this is the way it had to be and she finally agreed!  I didn’t fight or force the issue, just kept waiting and explaining.  Perseverance paid off!  I’ll now be applying this to all aspects of our power struggles!  I’m sure every parent is already aware of this fact and I feel slightly stupid not realizing it until now, but glad I’m learning it now and not once things are too ingrained to reverse!

(Photo 2):  LOVE seeing her in my old frozen yogurt shop apron!  

(Photo 5): One of the requirements of the daycare is for the kids to have a nap mat so I got her this one they recommended.  I’ve been trying to get her used to it by putting it in her crib so it’s not a foreign item come Monday and hopefully it’ll help give her some comfort.  While she certainly doesn’t sleep in it like it’s intended, she’s been wadding it up into a ball and hugging it like a stuffed animal.  She’s going to learn so much from daycare!!  

Soaking up every moment I have with my babes and looking forward to enjoying our last full day alone together.  Kevin finally has a day off work tomorrow so we’re looking forward to some long awaited family time as well! Happy weekend!

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 23

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

It doesn’t feel real until she sees the flutter on the ultrasound, the grey and white pixels flashing erratically confirming a healthy ten-week pregnancy. The doctor gives them a due date of September 17th, and she explains to Mulder repeatedly that the due date is only an estimate, that the baby will most likely arrive sometime in the two weeks before or after that day. Nonetheless, he prints little numbers in the corner of each date on the calendar, counting down.

She is lucky to experience very little nausea, but the time saved clinging to the toilet is instead allocated to bursting into tears at every tiny inconvenience. Mulder comforts her with a confused expression when she cries because she can’t find a Tupperware lid that fits, or her latte has too much foam, or she realizes she can no longer see her toes. She cries because she’s crying, because she feels out of touch with her own body and thrown off by her own emotions. They marvel at the growth of her belly as well as her breasts, which are even more sensitive than they were before. Her libido kicks into overdrive at the same time that she becomes incredibly self conscious about her protruding belly, her fuller face, her swelling feet. This leads to more tears as she grapples with both wanting desperately to be touched and not wanting him to look at her.

He tells her each day how beautiful she is, her hair growing longer and thicker, her skin glowing, her rounding belly housing the perfect little life that they created together. When he’s home, he rubs her feet every night, fetches her countless glasses of water and then helps tow her out of the bed so she can pee ten times in the night. When he’s on the road with Monica, he calls three times a day, asks Missy and her mother to go by and check on her, calls in dinner to be delivered so she doesn't have to cook. As her due date nears, he stops going on out-of-town cases, needing to be close enough to be by her side immediately when she goes into labor. He will not risk missing the birth of his child.

The apartment becomes cramped with a bassinet, changing table, pack n play, and various other baby gadgets. They consider moving, but the idea is too overwhelming for Scully so they decide to stay put until the baby becomes mobile and they really need more space. Mulder breaks the lease on his apartment and moves his fish tank into the living room, putting the rest of his furniture in storage until they buy a house. Priscilla breaks in all the baby gear, sleeping in the car seat and jumping into the swing, covering the tiny onesies with her black fur and making Scully cry yet again. Mulder refuses to let her scoop the litter box, even though she insists it’s safe if she wears gloves and washes her hands afterward. Other tasks she’s forbidden to complete include cleaning the toilet, carrying in the groceries and hauling laundry to the washing machine. When he’s on the road, she misses him as much as she is relieved to be able to be independent, not much caring for being treated as though she’s made of glass.

For the majority of her pregnancy, Scully insists that she doesn’t want to know the sex of the baby, that she wants to be surprised. Mulder respects her decision, even though he would personally like to know, and they create two lists of potential baby names, Scully crossing off “Lisa Marie'' each time Mulder tries to add it to the “girl” column. When she reaches 39 weeks, her pelvis widening as the baby drops into the birth canal, she is so miserable that she has a change of heart, needing to feel connected to this thing that is destroying her body and stealing her sleep. They call the doctor together on a Thursday afternoon as Scully sits on the couch in tears, having woken that morning to find angry red stretch marks marring her previously lily-white belly. When Mulder relays the doctor’s message that the baby is a girl, she sobs harder, and he’s not sure whether it’s because she’s happy or disappointed.

She wakes him at 3:00 am on September 21st, the irregular Braxton-Hicks contractions she’s been feeling for weeks having taken up a predictable cadence, now ten minutes apart almost on the dot. He starts rushing around, scrambling for her hospital bag and his shoes, and now it is her turn to provide comfort, to let him know there’s plenty of time. She doesn’t want to go to the hospital until the contractions are five minutes apart, and so they wait. The progression to nine minutes, then eight, then seven is alarmingly fast, and by the time she agrees that they should head to the hospital she’s starting to feel pressure low in her pelvis. Mulder drives too fast, the streets thankfully still quiet in the early morning, and she is wheeled into labor and delivery with not enough time for an epidural, much to her lament.

Molly Katherine Mulder has blue eyes and a dark shock of nearly-black hair. She barely cries at her entrance to the world, instead searching the room with a curious gaze, squeezing her daddy’s finger with an impressively strong grip and latching like a pro. They are able to go home the following day, Scully wincing as she moves gingerly from the bed to the couch, rinsing her tender stitches with a bottle of warm water and bleeding through entire packages of overnight maxi pads in a day.

Mulder takes off work for two weeks and they spend blissful days curled up in bed with the baby nestled between them as Priscilla curiously sniffs around her, licking her hair with a rough tongue and making them laugh. Each time Scully wakes at night to nurse, Mulder insists she go back to sleep while he changes the baby and walks her around the quiet apartment until she is asleep, singing softly and lulling them both.

When Mulder returns to work, Scully insists that he get a full night's sleep and let her wake up with Molly, reasoning that she can take naps during the day. She does not, of course, take naps during the day. Instead she tries to keep the apartment clean, the clothes washed, the diapers taken out to the dumpster, the litter box scooped. She does too much, and he sees it each day as she grows more and more weary, more and more defeated, the bags under her eyes deepening in color and her mouth rarely hosting a smile. He begs her to let him do more, to ask less of herself, but she is stubborn and strong-willed, the very things he loves about her now keeping her from properly taking care of herself.

They struggle through sleep-deprived arguments over who left the breast milk out on the counter all night, why it matters if he changes the baby on the floor instead of the changing table, why Scully doesn’t want to supplement with formula so he can take some of the night feedings. Her doctor releases her as medically clear to have sex after six weeks and she cries as she tells him that she doesn’t feel ready, that she can’t imagine anything worse than sex right now, and he holds her as he tells her that he doesn’t care, that she should take as much time as she needs, that he can wait.

They struggle, and they thrive. Moments of absolute unadulterated joy are punctuated by intense despair and overwhelm. The gain of a family against the loss of a life where you could pick up and go, stay out until 2:00 am and make love in the middle of the day. They are happy, and they are stressed, and they face it together.

On a Saturday in December, Mulder wakes early and takes care of every conceivable task in the house; the laundry, the dishes, cleaning the bathroom, scooping the litter, buying the groceries. He checks every item off Scully’s to-do list and then takes Molly for a long drive, leaving Scully alone with nothing to do in hopes that she will rest for once. When they return from their excursion, he creeps into the quiet apartment with a sleeping baby in his arms and sets her in the bassinet by the couch. At first he thinks maybe Scully has gone out, but he finds her in bed asleep with soaking wet hair, Priscilla curled up behind her knees. He watches her for a bit, affection clutching at his chest, then changes into sweats and kicks Priscilla out so he can snuggle up behind Scully. It feels so infrequent that they just lay like this anymore; one of them is always about to get up with the baby, about to get ready for work, or doesn’t want to be touched after a tiny person has clung to them all day. He pulls in a deep breath, smelling her lavender bubble bath and feeling the rise and fall of her ribs against his chest. He doesn’t want to disturb her, but he can’t resist pressing a tiny kiss to the side of her neck.

“Mmmm,” she hums in response, twisting her body around so they are face to face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers.

“It’s okay. Where’s Molly?”

“She’s asleep in the living room.”

She sighs and snuggles closer to him, pressing her forehead into his chest and pushing one of her legs between his.

“This feels nice,” she says contentedly, and he brushes his hand softly up and down her back.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Tired. Frumpy. Like I haven’t put on real clothes or a stitch of makeup in three months,” she laments.

“Well, I’ll give you tired,” he says softly, “but I can’t agree on frumpy. I think you look very beautiful.”

She scoffs against his chest.

“You don’t have to placate me, Mulder. I know I’m a mess.”

“Maybe so, but you’re my mess,” he retorts, pushing his fingers into her hair to gently scratch her scalp.

She tilts her head up to look at him, appraising his face with a skeptical eye.

“Is this what you thought it was going to be like?” she asks, her tone open and vulnerable.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, “I guess I didn’t really know what to expect.”

She sighs. “I just wish I knew when I might start to feel like myself again,” she says sadly. “I can’t help but feel like you’re not getting what you signed up for.”

“What do you mean?” he asks with a concerned frown.

He sees her eyes growing glassy, dampening with impending tears. “I mean the woman you asked out in the autopsy bay isn’t the one you’re with now,” she whispers, swallowing against the lump in her throat.

“That’s not even a little bit true,” he implores, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “You are everything you were then, and more. I’m amazed by you every day.”

She closes her eyes, a tear rolling across the bridge of her nose. He feels his chest ache; the need to make her understand is overwhelming.

“Hey,” he says, pulling the blankets back, “come here.”

He pulls her into a sitting position and slides off the bed, towing her along with him to sit on the edge of the mattress. He kneels on the floor between her knees, his hands on her hips.

“If you think for one second that I want to be with anyone but you, you’re fucking insane. I don’t care if you wear giant milk-stained T-shirts and have spit up in your hair for the rest of our lives, Scully. You’re it for me, okay?”

She pulls in a shuddering breath and wipes at her eyes, but won’t look at him.

“Stay here,” he commands, and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. When he comes back, he returns to his post kneeling at her feet.

“We knew this was going to be hard,” he says tenderly, holding one of her hands in his. “You said it yourself before Molly was born, that it would be the hardest time in our lives, and that we’d be at our worst. And I’m telling you that if this is your worst, sign me up, okay? It hasn’t changed how I feel about you.”

He holds up his other hand, a diamond ring perched between his thumb and forefinger.

“If you’re not ready to say yes yet, that’s okay, but I need you to know that I still want to marry you, Scully. I’ll wait forever if that’s what you need, but there hasn’t been a single day since I asked that I haven’t still meant it.”

Her tears have stopped, though her eyes are still wet and the tip of her nose is red. She looks from him to the ring and back, her eyebrows stitched in contemplation.

“I didn’t hear you ask me a question,” she says quietly, and he picks up on the slightest lilt of playfulness in her voice, which makes him break out into a smile.

“Dana Katherine Scully, love of my life, mother of my child, will you marry me?”

She smiles then, and he thinks his heart may burst right out of his chest.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she answers, and he takes her left hand, slipping the ring on her finger.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him repeatedly, soft pecks devolving into lingering smooches as he shifts up slightly, pushing her back gently to recline on the bed. He moves over her, kissing along her jaw and down her neck, not going any further, not wanting to rush her.

She brings her hands to his hips, letting the tips of her fingers slip under the waist of his sweatpants, and his cock stirs. It’s been so, so, long, and he wants her desperately, but not until she’s ready. She pushes her hand down the front of his pants, gripping him as he grows hard under her touch. It’s overwhelming in the best way; he feels like a teenager being touched for the first time.

“I wanna have sex,” she breathes into his ear, the words rushing out quickly as though she’s afraid she might change her mind if she waits too long to say them.

He pulls back to look at her. “Are you sure?” he asks, and she nods, bringing her palm to his cheek before glancing at the ring on her finger and smiling.

They move slowly, though still with a sense of urgency that a baby sleeping in the next room brings. He pushes her shirt up and she lets him take it off, then slips the yoga pants off her hips, leaving her in basic black cotton briefs. He sees the hesitancy in her eyes as he looks at her body, now softer than it was before Molly, curvy in different places, purple streaks running from below her belly button to disappear under her panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing her chest, her breasts, her belly, running his tongue along the grooves of her stretch marks. He loops his thumbs under the waist of her panties and tugs them down slowly, quickly undressing before he rejoins her in the bed.

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” he asks with a serious expression, and she nods, letting her legs fall open as he settles between them. He lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in achingly slowly, watching her face raptly. Her mouth opens slightly, and she takes in a sharp little breath. He’s about to ask her if it hurts when she closes her eyes and her mouth drops open further as she breathes out “oh,” in a way that he knows means pleasure, not pain. When he’s all the way in, their hip bones pressed together tightly, he stills and kisses her for a while, feeling like he could melt into a puddle for how good everything feels. His heart, his mind, his body, he is all wrapped up in her and it’s exactly where he wants to be.

He begins to move, and she responds with an arch of her back and a little gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Little by little, he increases his pace until he knows he won’t last much longer.

“What do you need?” he asks, and she brings her hand to her breast.

He dips his head, flicking at the hardened bud of her nipple, and feels her clench around him. He plays with the level of pressure, licking and sucking, pleasantly surprised that she is enjoying it even as her breasts have taken on a purely functional role these last few months.

She pulls in a huge breath, arching her back and pressing her head into the mattress and he groans as he feels her tighten around him. She emits a single piercing cry when she comes, stifling it with an arm slung across her mouth. He pours into her, burying his face in her neck, clinging to her like a life raft. She is, in fact, all he needs to survive.

Resting half his weight on the mattress beside her, he stays inside as they both come down, panting and smiling, brushing hands over each other’s skin, reconnecting.

“Ah!” Molly yells from the living room, and Mulder laughs.

“You’re being summoned,” Scully says with a tender smile.

He withdraws from her, handing her his T-shirt to clean up while he slips on his sweatpants and retrieves Molly from her bassinet.

“Guess what, Goose?” he says, using his special nickname for her, “Mommy and Daddy are getting married.”

“AH!” She squeals, flapping her arms.